The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

We Don't Talk About Bruno

You reached across the table to shake his hand. "Hi, Bruno. I'm (Y/N) (L/N). Although... I guess you already knew that."

He slowly let go of your hand, not sure anymore if you were comfortable with him touching you. "Yes, that's right. We met in Italy when you were looking around for info on Passione. I was the capo of the team you joined. Giorno and the others... do you remember them?"

"Yeah, I still remember them." You brought your hand up to your chin in thought. "And what you say makes sense, I suppose. When I try to think about who was leading the group before Giorno or who else was helping with some of the fights, my mind draws a blank. By any chance, does your Stand open or attach things? Like when the urinal was opened somehow to get the Polpo's treasure, or reattaching Abbacchio's hand. Was that all... you?" You rubbed your temples. Trying to remember what had physically been removed from your brain was giving you a terrible headache.

"That's right. Sticky Fingers." Bruno brought out his Stand. He demonstrated his ability by unzipping your handcuffs. They clanked against the table. "I can add zippers to anything, really."

"Um... did I hear you right? Did you just say sticky fingers?"

Bruno's gaze fell to the table, "You said the same thing when I showed you it for the first time."

"Oh. I see." You slowly reached across the table, a question on your mind, "Bruno, by any chance, were we... together?" The kiss had seemed to imply it, but there was no harm in confirming. "That would also explain why Dio wanted you out of my memory. Apparently I was engaged to someone a long time ago, too, but I can't remember them, either."

"Ten years." He held on tightly to your hands across the table. He bit down on his lower lip, his hands shaking slightly. He still couldn't believe that you couldn't remember all the time you had spent together. That he nothing more than a stranger in your eyes. "We've been together for ten years."

"Really?" You found it hard to believe. He seemed to be around twenty. Not that you were one to be judging based on appearances. "How old are you?"

"Thirty." Then, realizing why you were asking, he let go of your hands and took in a breath. Yellow sparks danced around his body. "I asked you to help me learn Hamon so I could slow down my aging. That way we could spend more time together. Mr. Joestar was the one who helped me refine my technique, though. I'd use that little kiddie pool you got for Santana and Coco Jumbo."

"Oh..." You stared down at your hands, frankly surprised that he had gone that far for your sake. "Thank you, Bruno." You gave him a small smile. "You... seem like a nice person. I wish I could remember you. Truly, I do."

"And you will." Declared Bruno. "We'll get your memories back, (Y/N). But first you need to get out of this prison, before the enemy does anything else to you. We can gather up a team. I can contact Giorno and we'll get everyone over here and we'll take care of this Whitesnake fellow together."

"I appreciate the offer, but I'll stay in this prison with Jolyne and the others for now. I can't just leave them behind." You dug your fingers into the palms of your hands. "Especially not after what happened to Foo Fighters."

"That's right... you're here because Jotaro wanted to look after his daughter..." Bruno shook his head in disbelief. "I still don't get why he couldn't have done that himself." A pained expression flashed across your face, which Bucciarati immediately picked up on. "Wait, don't tell me..."

"The whole reason Jolyne was sent here in the first place was to lure over Jotaro. All of his memories and his Stand were taken away by the priest, Pucci. We managed to send Star Platinum to where Jotaro's body is being kept. Last I heard he's still in a comatose state."